Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He had just gotten off the phone with his children back in the mansion at Hollowford.

Understandably, Ria was slightly piqued to hear that she had a baby sister.

She took it to mean that there would be a contender for her father’s attention.

She had had visions of lording it amongst an all-boys crew.

Now …

But she had perked up when he had slyly insinuated that she could of course be the one in charge on account of her being the eldest.

Immediately, she had bounced back, cheerful as ever.

But when she mentioned Paddy, the little autistic nephew of Sophia, he had been furious. The boy was still in his home although his aunt had been captured and was in one of his cells. Beatrice had said firmly that it was what Proserpina would have wanted.

“The boy shall be sent away.” he snapped, thinking of how Sophie’s actions had resulted in so much pain and trouble for Proserpina.

“No, Pappa.” said Ria earnestly. “Paddy loves Mumma. And Mumma adores him too. You know that.”

And then, in a small voice, “Please do not punish him. His aunt is a witch but he is a good boy.”

From which he understood that Paddy was now her latest stooge.

Lucien sighed.

There was time to think of what to do about the boy. For now, he would let the fellow be.

“When will you be returning, Pappa?’ she chattered excitedly.

“Soon, in a couple of days, maybe, poppet,” he smiled and listened to the clamour in the background as Piers demanded to talk to his father. Claude could be heard bellowing lustily too.

“Maybe you should let your brothers speak too?” he suggested gently.

There was a pause and then he heard his daughter’s imperious voice. “Pappa, let’s do a video call.”

He smiled.

Ria!

It would mean that she would lead the conversation and decide who spoke what. Piers as always, would follow his twin and baby Claude was only going to peer interestedly at the screen. The Mafia Don spent the next half an hour talking to his children. Beatrice also put in her ha’penny worth.

Later, as they were ending the call, Piers said, wistfully,

“Pappa, can you …we want to see Mumma.”

He grunted.

“Yes, son.”

***

Proserpina

When I opened my eyes the next time, it was to see the burly nurse with her dark hair pinned back in a severe bun.

“Aha,” she snapped.

“Time to get you looking pretty again.”

She helped me to change my gown, brushed out my hair after washing it as best as she could and finally, brought me a mirror.

I looked at myself and almost gasped.

There was a bruise, yellowing in a disgusting manner, on my face. My lips were cracked and my split lip was healing. But I returned the mirror quickly. I had had some food after a long while and I was now eager to see my children.

“Please, ” I said, “Can I see my babies now?”

Looking at me and my earnest expression, the nurse smiled slightly. Then the woman grunted.

‘Lusty, hungry little things.’ she snorted and I saw she was smiling. ‘She glanced at my breasts.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“So you can feed them now. But mind you give them all a turn.”

I beamed at her and she cracked a smile. It seemed to have been a mistake and she strode away, frowning as I waited eagerly to see the three children I had given birth to.

I felt tired but there was a feeling of hope in me. The door swung open almost at once, with force and Lucien strode in. I noticed he was limping a little. He had been injured, I guessed but before I could ask, he was beside me, cupping my nape, tilting my head back and kissing me, gently but with a hunger that made me drawback.

“I have longed for this, to see you healthy and happy, little one,” he said in a hoarse whisper and I smiled, raising my hand to stroke his cheek, his bearded cheek.

He looked so attractive, so much in control, my Alpha, I thought lovingly.

He looked older than ever before with the grey beard, but in a distinguished way.

I tenderly traced my fingers over his mouth, and he turned his face to take my seeking fingers in his mouth.

“Lucien.” I whispered softly, leaning up to meet his harsh lips and he smothered me with a dominating kiss,

“I always knew you would get me out of that…” I shuddered in recollection.

‘That terrible place.”

“Hush, little one,” he said, and we kissed deeply, lost in each other, happy to be back in each other’s arms.

The loud sound of the door being opened with more force than was necessary made me jump. Lucien scowled and turned around leisurely.

“Ah, man!’ snapped the doughty nurse, striding in, a baby in her arms.

“Can’t you keep your hands off her for some time, eh?’ she muttered under her breath, loud enough for us to hear.

I blushed and then stretched my arms out eagerly to gather the little bundle she was holding out carefully.

‘The littlest boy’ she said tenderly, and I stared in delight at the small fists, the frown, and the angry-looking mouth. He looked annoyed, with a very Lucienlike scowl and I laughed incredulously, in delight.

‘He looks like you already, Lucien,’ I gurgled, turning to my husband, who was watching me with a quizzical look on his face.

He swooped down and kissed me hard, unheeding of the nurse who gave a protesting squawk and the two new nurses who were entering.

‘Mr Dello!’ said the woman severely.

But I had turned to look at the two children who were joining us, one wrapped carefully in a pink towel, the other in a blue one. They were slightly larger than the tiny babe I had in my arms. All of them had scruffy hair similar to Lucien’s grey-blonde locks. I smiled tremulously, as each of them was handed to me.

The little girl had a dainty pout on her mouth, and I smiled.

“Another Ria.’ I said almost to myself.

Lucien was standing, the littlest baby in his strong arms.

They looked so beautiful-the huge strong man with his leonine head of grey and neatly trimmed grey beard, holding a tiny baby-a sight that made my eyes fill again.

Lucien turned to me with a rare smile that immediately disappeared as he saw my expression.

Thrusting the baby into the nearest nurse’s arms he was beside me in a moment.

“What is it, little woman?’ He growled, masking his anxiety ineffectively.

“Are you feeling unwell?’

‘No,’ I whispered and reached up to grip his head as I kissed him again, our tongues duelling deliciously. Lucien smelt of citrus and man, of musk and alcohol and I shuddered with longing.

The nurse gave a loud snort of exasperation.

“Can you feed the babies already?’ she snapped crossly, and I turned pink.

‘Are you up to it?’

And then, glaring at my husband, who was still standing beside me, she added,

‘Maybe Mr Dello can leave?’ she added nastily.

“Mr. Dello is going to watch his children suckle at his Woman’s teats.’ snarled Lucien and I reached up to hold his hand.

“Please. I want him here.’ I said, dimpling at the woman.

She frowned at first then she shrugged.

“Can you manage?’ she asked doubtfully as she turned to leave.

I giggled infectiously.

“I raised twins on my own when I was nineteen,’ I lisped and she stared at me in shock before leaving, shooting Lucien a look of undiluted amazement.